I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 935 | 2020-10-14 17:28:31 | 67.43 | 99% |
| 861 | 2020-10-10 10:27:58 | 65.62 | 98% |